Wacky dreams

I am indeed the master of weird dreams. Last night I had the most strangest dream ever and now have a splitting headache this morning. Perhaps if I write them down, my brain will stop thinking about it. Now, my weirdest dream ever:

I arrive at a house in the country decorated for Christmas with children and luggage, Princess Diana's boys just after their mother died are here to briefly visit America (I know this is a dream cause I never met British royalty). The house electricity is out. We quickly toss out the food in the freezer onto the back yard deck to keep it from spoiling. We put away our luggage and set the princes up in the guest room. My husband (never been married so this is definitely a wacky dream) carries the princes' bags because they are too heavy for me to lift. Have a very tall and handsome husband so I'm liking this dream. Since the electricity is out overnight, we all sleep in the basement where there is a wood burning stove. So we have a indoor camping trip.

Next morning after cooking breakfast on the wood burning stove, the electricity comes back. I get ready to hostess a Christmas dinner for my husband's family gathering. I borrow my great-grandma's dishes from my grandma (grandma died in 2004) and polish my ancient silverware. The children love my grandma and she enjoys talking to them giving lots of hugs and kisses. She tries hard to remember all their names. There are:

Nicholas Joshua with cerebral palsy who was born early when I was taking a shower in my apartment. Brittany Anne who is Nicky's twin but she was born months later on time. These twins are in preschool. William Allen, Kaitlyn Frances, and Jordan Elizabeth who are toddler triplets.

Later in the dream there arrives a Justin Eugene called Stevie for some reason from a former boyfriend and twins Jacqueline Josephine and Jonathan Robert from another former boyfriend. Justin is in Kindergarten and when he leaves again with his father, Nicky cries hysterically from missing him. Jackie and Jonathan are in preschool. Jackie loves to dance and Jonathan gets disappointed I don't take him shopping cause I always take him shopping when he sees me.

In the dream I was pregnant with twins, a girl we call Margarita Juliet and a boy Dion that we were still working on the middle name for.

I have all the kids clean the house and husband re-plows the driveway with a snow blower for the coming guests. Day of the event arrives. Early in the morning before everyone gets up, I go to the kitchen to pop in the turkey so it is cooked by dinnertime. Have a lovely dinner with a plenty of guests and open presents. I think someone insults my ugly/old dishes and I defend they belonged to my great-grandmother in my apology. At some point I end up crying in the closet cause my mother-in-law hates me and my husband comforts me so I get up to put the triplets down for a nap. After everybody leaves, we clean up the living room and put the toys in the bedrooms. Kids go to bed and I cuddle with my husband in the Master bedroom. And finally, we take the princes to the airport to send them back to London.

It was good dream.

Halloween Ghost Story (true story)

My First Demon Encounter:

Once upon time when I was 6 or 7. A kid living next door to a friend of mine moved away and a new family moved in. This family was grandparents and a grandson from the big city. And they were black in an all-white small town (population 890) in the Midwest so they were bit of a novelty. Grandparents had told the adults they moved here to get away the big city gangs and violence. My sister saw the kid at school. Then the big city kid robbed the sole gas station in town and of course the teenager working the register knew him from school (not too bright of a plan). Everyone in town was shocked. They had been kind to the family since they came, kids invited the grandson to hang out with them, so how could this kid repay their kindness with this behavior. Sister said the kid complained at school how boring we were, it's fun to rob people and spray paint buildings (before the robbery he spray painted a business's wall). Then it happened.

A black woman walked through my bedroom wall while I was playing so I knew she was a ghost. She begged me for help. She explained my imaginary friends told her I can see her. Great. She wanted me to talk to her son. I explained they will think I'm crazy if I knock on their door talking about seeing a ghost (Mom called me crazy seeing people she couldn't see). So this ghost begged for days before I finally caved in. She told me to bring a lemon meringue pie and they would believe me because it's her son's favorite. So I made the pie, though I wasn't allowed to use the electric beaters so my sister made the meringue part. I don't know how I explained making a pie so a ghost will stop bothering me, but she did it. I walked to the house explaining a ghost lady named (I forget her name now so I'll call her Maria) was begging me to help their grandson. The pie and knowing her name did work to make them believe me. They asked me questions about her. When asked how she died, Maria showed me a silver car in a ditch. They said their daughter Maria died in a car wreck. So the grandparents called out their grandson. He scoffed how lemon meringue was white people food. I apologized explaining I was told it was his favorite. The grandfather cut up the pie and offered me a piece. Naturally, I wanted to taste my own pie. I told them about the family who lived her before they did. Their grandson's bedroom was the little girl's room. So after dessert, the grandson and I went into his room. In the corner of the room, I saw my first demon. Very tall with animal face, horns and hooves, all black with red eyes and man's chest, and had black bat wings. I screamed my head off and ran out of the room. Kid was dumbfounded. He explained I just walked in the room and screamed, he didn't do anything to me. I was shaking and stuttering about a monster. Then the demon stood in the bedroom doorway and I ran out of the house.

I asked Maria standing by a tree to help. She refused to go into house. The grandparents asked me to sit on the front porch and the demon looked at me through the window. I said that thing was not there last time I visited the house. I didn't know how they lived in the house with it. Grandfather remembered feeling anger toward his wife and wanted to hurt her that he couldn't explain (he loved his wife and had no desire to hurt her). I said it was the demon talking to him. I relayed Maria's warning how her son needed to stop listening to the demon or his soul will be taken to hell when he gets stabbed within the next year. The person doing the stabbing I saw was surrounded by three demons controlling him so no mercy will come from him. Next, the demon from the window scratched me and stopped me from talking. I felt lit on fire and think I was talking strangely cause the grandparents suddenly got alarmed looks on their faces. Maria disappeared. Then, my guardian angel up showed up and forced the demon to back away from me. I said, Thank you. Grandfather asked what just happened. I made introductions to my guardian angel. Maria reappeared. I said demon was in the backyard now. I told the grandparents my guardian angel was returning Maria to heaven, but she can visit when she wants. I think they felt Maria's cold air in front of them and said their good-byes. I went home.

Soon after, a priest knocked on my door and asked me to draw a picture of the monster I saw in the boy's room. I grabbed my crayons and did my best to describe it. It was first time I heard about angels/spirits of darkness created before time began. Though, I said it didn't have a goat's head, more like a cow. The priest took my picture and left to do his exorcism I presume. The family eventually moved back to the city when the grandfather got cancer to be closer to his son. I received a letter about a year later saying thank you for the warning. The kid did get stabbed, but he survived and the stabber was going to jail. They asked if the cancer grandfather suffered was a punishment from God. I prayed on it and wrote back that it was not a punishment, but God's love allowing the grandfather time to say good-bye (how many people get the chance to say good-bye before death). I never heard from them again.

RIP Pan

RIP Pan. My baby boy growing bigger by the day has died. I don't think I had him a full year yet. He was a beautiful green fish and loved watching the ladies. Then he bloated so bad he could hardly swim. He survived a couple weeks and then was gone. Sang Amazing Grace and buried him in the catnip plant soil. Got another fish Cronus. He is white with red fins. So now I have Gaia the tiny blue female (she is growing but gotta give her some time), Artemis my red female who is almost as big as the males, Hades my red male who ignores Gaia but constantly watching Artemis, and new male Cronus. I catch Gaia flirting with the males (fish soap opera in my home). Hopefully Cronus will give her some attention, but doesn't really look at her.

Got all my Halloween stuff out and celebrated Eowyn's 3rd birthday. Animals got a can of tuna and I ate the cake. Ferrets love frosting and had a helping. Job is going good and we have a new coworker. This one has lots of finance and auditing experience so hopefully won't be quitting for not liking the job ( a few fresh out of college coworkers quit on us for that reason). I rather enjoy it. I look up info and place it on a form, how hard is that?

Hope you all have a great Halloween.

Ghost Story for Halloween (true story)

Some people never believed in ghosts until they saw one. I never had that experience cause I've seen them my whole life. Let's just say I can relate to the kid in The Sixth Sense, though my ghosts knew they were dead and saw each other. My first ghost was my great-grandfather. He looked real with blue overalls and light blue shirt, gray hair, peach skin, everything. But I knew him from his pictures so I went up to him and said hello. I explained I knew who he was and how he was suppose to be in heaven. He replied with a smile how he was here to see me. I chatted with him until he decided it was time for him to go. After he disappeared, I continued playing with my ball as if nothing amazing just happened.

Then it happened again on my swing set. A girl in 19th Century nightgown was walking across my yard (this time she looked like a transparent ghost instead of real). I said hello to her and she seemed surprised I saw her. She pushed me on my swing and man, her hands were cold like ice. I would ask her to stay under my bed when I had nightmares.

Now for My Halloween Story: The Witch

It was an ordinary day as I was changing my clothes. I was reaching the upper rod in my closet via standing on the A/C box on the floor. A woman (transparent ghost) suddenly appeared in my closet. She told me how bad I was and how nobody loved me. I told her people loved me and ran away. She appeared again and again saying nasty things I disagreed with. My imaginary friends (ghost girl brought them to me) refused to enter my house when The Witch was there. They said she bewitched one of their friends who later disappeared. My sister tried to explain to me there was no mean lady in the closet once and then The Witch scratched her. My sister jumped and I explained the lady scratched her. We looked at her arm and guess what, red scratches on her skin. Then, The Witch got out of closet and it started to get ugly. I was reading a book on my bed and she wanted me to light matches. I refused cause I was not allowed to light matches. I felt like a marionette with strings as The Witch forced me to go to the kitchen to light matches. My Mom interrupted me and demanded to know what I was doing. I said I was practicing. Mom asked what I was practicing. I replied that I didn't know. The Witch started laughing as I obeyed Mom putting the matches away. I had visions of my bed in flames that freaked me out. I prayed on my knees at the end of my bed to God for help. The Witch replied she was stronger than My Jesus. The Witch left the room and my Mom screamed. The Witch returned and sat in her closet. Mom said she was ironing and somehow her hand got burned. She didn't know how it happened. I said The Witch made it happened. Naturally Mom didn't believe me.

Next it got worse. My sister was cutting with scissors when her hand slipped to cut herself. The Witch was punishing me because I kept refusing to burn the house down, starting with the bed. Then she was curious about my brother's remote car and possessed me to play with the car. It kept hitting the walls of the hallway so my brother heard it. He yelled at me since I was not allowed to play with his car without his permission. Immediately, she jumped out of me and started laughing as I tried to explain it was The Witch who wanted to play with the car. Finally, The Witch threatened to drown my sister in our pool if I didn't burn my house down. I prayed and prayed before going to bed to find nothing changed. I went to church as usual on Sunday and asked the priest how to get rid of a bad spirit. He advised to pray to Jesus. I explained I already tried that and she says she is stronger than my Jesus. Alarmed, and intently listened to me telling him everything from the accidents to the possessions. I explained I didn't want my sister to drown nor burn my house down. He took me to the baptismal font saying it was holy water. He used the water to make a sign of the cross on my hand and then taught me to make the sign of the cross to bless myself. Sitting through the service, my hand itched like crazy. When service was over, I asked what was in that water and showed my pink hand. Priest then brought my family and me up to the altar. He waved his cross in front of my face to hypnotize me. I woke up with a Bible on my head and a cross in my hand. They said out of nowhere I became afraid of their crosses and I screamed I was surrounded by blue fire that was burning me. The priest explained to my family that I was not possessed, but touched by evil. In my trance I had said The Witch can fly beside our car and standing outside the church (she couldn't enter the sanctuary). Then an angry angel showed up when I was connecting with The Witch to figure out where she came from (Native American shaman living long before Columbus who was upset the white settlers tore up her grave). After seeing the angry angel I was surrounded by blue fire. All my Mom could think to say was "Why can't she just be normal?".

While the priest was talking to my family, I saw two angels float down from the ceiling and land on the altar. They said they were there to answer the priest's prayer. They also said to replace the wire on the cross before it broke. The angry angel was standing in the center of the pews at this time. Then they all flew up and away. The Witch followed me home. To end this story, The Witch tried again to get me to burn the house down and I cried out "Jesus help me. Make her go away. I'm scared.". An angel appeared and took her away (The Witch screamed "No!" as the angel grabbed her). I never saw her again, but for safe measure I hung a cross necklace in my closet until the end of high school. I thought college roommates would think it was weird.

October Birthdays

Happy Birthday to my former best friends Tangela and Rick, and former coworkers Lisa and Glenda. Have a great day surrounded by friends and family.